A/N: Hey all! Still there? Sorry this took too long. Roselle was sent out on assignment, somewhere without Internet connection. And as you know, I just finished my other Smacked story "A Friend of Mine". So I guess, it's time to work on this.

I have to say, Roselle wrote 95 of this chapter. Hahahaha, right when I was done with AFOM, she got home and sent me her part of Trapped. So here it is… hope you like it!

He smirked and continued his ministrations. "All the more reason why I should do this Stella," he said as fingers traveled down and inside her. Stella mewled in ecstasy. She was still tender and a wee bit sore from their earlier activities. "Do you know that an orgasm actually alleviates headaches and muscle pains? An orgasm triggers the release of endorphins in the body…" he stopped talking as she began to thrust her hips violently and cried out her climax. When she calmed down a bit, he said, "Better now?"

"Yeah…" she managed to sigh. "Thank you," she said when she controlled her breathing, giving Mac a thorough kiss.

"We better get dressed," he said, handing Stella her delicates and pants. She reluctantly takes them from him. Mac was unabashedly watching her dress herself. "I honestly love you taking them off as well as putting them on," he said after she's pulled her wrinkled shirt on.

Stella laughed, throwing his own pants at him. Mac dressed himself and tried to look less disheveled. Both were successful at it but the warm glow on their cheeks would more or less give them away. She sat on his lap and soothed the mark she gave him on his neck. "I'm sorry…" she mumbled.

"I'm not," he answered, giving her one… of many others. "Maybe from this day on, you should wear less revealing clothes to hide this… these," he said, pointing to a hickey he placed on the curve of her right breast. "And there's no need for your 'ladies' to go to work everyday – now that I've seen them in their glory."

She laughed loudly at him. "So you do notice," she said, kissing him.

"How could I not?" he said, returning the action. "Working with you everyday, seeing you in those low-cut shirts… I don't want others to have that 'peeking' privilege anymore."

"Oh is that an order, boss?"

"Hmm, yes," he nodded. "And I don't want my girlfriend to be preyed upon."

Stella gave him a soft smile. "Girlfriend. That sounds… and feels good," she thought. "Girlfriend," she confirmed, leaning in for another smooch.

He gave into the kiss. It wasn't like the ones they had before – it was unhurried and soft. "You okay with that?" he asked, suddenly scared to have made the assumption too quickly. She looked at him and nodded.

Their four hours were almost up.

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"Okay, thanks," Flack said over the phone to the building's manager. "Danny, call Mac or Stella. Lindsey, call Hawkes. The electrician just gave us the heads-up. They're turning the power on, finally." Cries of joy were heard throughout the lab when they overheard the tall (and not to mention hot) detective confirm that the power will resume once more.

They called their trapped colleagues. Danny counted four rings until Stella picked up her phone. "Seriously, what is going on in there?" he sighed when Stella answered breathlessly. "Sleeping? How can you get shortness of breath in sleep?" he asked at the amusement of his co-workers. "Unless…"

"Daniel Messer!" Stella screamed over the phone. Danny had to place the handset an arm's length away from his ear.

"Aha!" Danny thought to himself. "Something is happening in there." Flack took the phone from him and explained to Stella the situation.

"Oh thank goodness," she sighed in relief. She would've said more if Mac wasn't doing such wonderful things to her 'ladies'. "When?"

Flack sensed that something was up but chose to let it pass. "Well, any minute now. So I'll leave you two then. Hawkes' pulling himself together so you guys should do the same," he said.

"Will do," Stella said and with no other word, clicked off – something that Flack thought was strange.

"So what did she say?" Danny prodded the dazed detective. When he didn't reply right away, he read his eyes, "You suspect something, don't you?" Danny could read Flack anytime. The detective just nodded.

All credit goes to Roselle lol... story upload was screwed up yesterday so I wasn't able to upload this earlier.